the powers of sight.

i run away

because you see me

and when you see me

you know where to hurt me the most.

you have those superpowers that only the evil doers use.

you are the one that makes superman pull on his blue tights.

and,

everything you do, you teach.

and all the soft kittens around me now are feral and fierce.

and they, too, can see me.

and they know where to hurt me the most.

and now,

all this time later,

with you long spun into dust,

i fumble with my fingers,

untangling the threads of wire

trying to make some sense of being seen.

and,

maybe that was then and

this is now.

and,

maybe now i run with a different crowd of animals.

fierce and feral, maybe, too.

but, maybe now

that means something good.

i stay

because they see me

and when they see me

they know where to love me the most.